He was quick to grab her. Her hands were still glued to her eyes
and there was nothing to leverage her fall. Realizing that he may havegone too far with this little joke he explained himself. “You can openyour eyes we met at Julia’s party last night.” Her heat calmed almost instantly Julia is her friend whose weddingshe was planning. If he knows Julia then she has to be safe. Sarah slowlyopened her eyes. But the man had not yet let go of her and so shefound herself in a rather odd position when she opened her eyes. Oneof those cringe scenes from romance movies when the female leadtrips and get caught ever so gracefully by the male lead. She had alwayshated those melodramatic story lines but here she was living one, itwas ridiculous. As if he had been reading her mind he made sure she was standingproperly and then slowly let go. Maybe he wasn’t the romantic type,either, but boy was he fine. He looked like he was sculpted by the Gods,no, like he was a god. Sarah stared, for an ungodly amount of time. Shehad always considered herself tall but this man towered over her. Thelegs, so long and muscular, what a fine day to wear shorts. And hisabdominal muscles peeking out through the shirt that clung on to hisbody, she could count all eight of them and even trace out the mermaidline. He noticed her checking him out and grinned “do you rememberme now? “He asked playfully. Within seconds that beautiful face of hiswas right before her eyes. If she wasn’t covered in melanin she wouldbe blushing profusely. She snapped out of her daze. What a ridiculousquestion to ask, of course she remembered him. He had been the topicof discussion al through the bachelorette party and the engagementreenactment party and the presentation party. He was just a guest buthe completely stole the show. In a good way though. All lot of peoplestarted talking about how influential the Canossa’s were for getting himas a guess at their son’s wedding. However from what her friend Juliatold her, it seemed that he had come because of her not her husband.Many said that it would be the wedding of the year for that single fact.She had to be proud after all she had planned the whole thing. But how did she end up here? “Mr. Accardi, of course I remember you. I just didn’t know your namebefore.” She said trying to avoid his eyes that seemed to pierce throughher clothes, through her skin, her bones, like they could see her soul. “I told you yesterday on our way here. Do you remember last night?” “Not at all was I too drunk. Did I do something wrong? I’m so sorry if Iwas rude. How did we end up here?”“I found you sleeping in my car. Then you woke up and said a fewthings before asking for a tour of my house. You were pretty drunk so Ithought I’d bring you here first and then take you back when yousobered up.” “I can only imagine the inconvenience. I’m so sorry.”“No need. I was my pleasure. Come have something to eat. We can dothe house tour later.” He said invitingly and gestured for her to followhim. Every word, every action, every gesture of his was very elegant,gracious and carried an irresistible sex appeal. She suddenly felt a littlestupid for thinking he wanted to kidnap her. What would a man likehim want with her type? He must have been amused and brought herhere for the fun of it. While she was lost in her thoughts and shame, hebody quietly followed behind him. She missed something special, thelook on his face at this moment was priceless. He grinned as heremembered the ‘few things’ she had said to him last night in the car. The dining room was a huge hall connected to the kitchen by yetanother hallway. It was finely decorated and dimly lit, giving off thevibe of a fancy restaurant. By the time they arrived the foods had beenserved. A large table at the center of the room was full of food, like abuffet. How should two people finish this much food? “I wasn’t sure what you prefer for breakfast so I had them make a bitof everything. Eat what you like, next time the meals will be tailored tosuite your taste.” “No next time “she quickly interrupted, waving her hands hurriedly. “Iwon’t get drunk and bother you again. In fact I won’t have another sipof alcohol till I leave Italy.” He didn’t address that, he simply handed her a plate and took onefor himself. She decided to settle for a light breakfast to deal with herhangover. She could tell the food was good, if not for her current stateshe would have actually been able to enjoy it. As she chewed down apiece of bread, she suddenly remembered something. “About my nationality and everything….. Did I say all that when Iwas drunk?” She asked slightly closing her eyes in embarrassment. “No”“Huh?” He took a sip of coffee and used the napkin to wipe the edges of hislips. He then turned to her with a smile and said, “I was a huge fan. Myfather and I watched every one of your tournaments. We even travelledto watch you compete during the winter Olympics.” “Oh …. Ok, thanks… I guess.” “Don’t worry, wont pester you for an autograph I promise?” His words immediately lightened up the mood and they both laughed.“Thanks for bringing me here I have been exhausted these past few days.” “I would expect that, considering, you are planning a wedding that you are also maid of honor at. Justino is so thoughtless for putting you through this.” He said and sipped on his coffee, his expression was different for a second. It gave of a bit of annoyance, like he was mad. “Not Justin, Julia, she is the one who is putting me through this. So I suggest we don’t blame him, Julia can be quite persuasive when she wants something. “Sarah replied with a sigh. She suddenly remembered something and gasped. “Today I need to supervise the video dairies. What is the time now?” “9 AM” he said calmly. A maid walked in and he gestured for her to come closer and deliver this things in her hands. She bowed politely to Sarah and carefully placed her phone and purse on the table next to her before rising and walking out. A gracious smile laced Sarah’s lips as she said thank you to the maid with a whisper and
Aldo offered Sarah a ride to town. Of course she accepted it, it’s not like she had another means of getting there. There was so much work to be done, she was quite proud of herself for getting this far. Without, you know, breaking down. She tried her best, it was bestie’s wedding after all. The car ride took almost two hours and the whole time Sarah was going over her duties in her head trying to create the schedule in her mind and get things in order. The sited next to her, Aldo was quite busy himself, staring endlessly at his tablet. Seemed to be going over some work. Sarah stopped for a moment. He was so focused, if she stole a glance he wouldn’t notice would he? She took one look, just one look, and quickly retracted her gaze. He was too beautiful, too much to comprehend with just one glance so she looked again. Unfortunately the second time wasn’t as stealthy as she had hoped it would be. Their eyes suddenly met, caught up in a super tensed atmosphere, there was
‘Act surprised, act surprised, act surprised’ Aldo thought to himself as he walked to the hotel lobby. He had spent hours researching how to create a meet cute ‘unintentionally’. Now that he was marching into the lobby on one of the hotels he owns he suddenly felt nervous, like a teenager meeting his crush. He planned this out himself why was his mind acting like this? The plan was simple and everything was ready. He called Julia earlier and found out where Sarah was staying, drove there before Sarah returned, got rid of his guards so he could appear more approach able and stood in an inconspicuous position. He was constantly monitoring the revolving doors. As soon as she walks in all he would have to do is call out to her like he wasn’t expecting to see her , make small talk and then invite her to dinner –all while acting like he had work to do here.it shouldn’t be too hard to come up with something, I mean, it is his hotel after all. As he sat, eyes fixed to the front
It was an entire hour later before the luxury car diverted off the high way and on to what seemed to be a secluded road. Sarah wasn’t scared at all, after all, this was the same journey she made to get to town in the morning. However she started to wonder why he would choose to live so far away from everything. ‘It has to be a rich people’ thing she thought to herself. Both Julia and Justino’s families’ had houses that seemed somewhat secluded. She had the pleasure of traveling a little during this little wedding expedition. Whether it was Sicily, Rome or Madrid, the characteristics of old money families were similar, if not the same. Pre-modern archetechture, a not-necesarrily-old mansion with elegant (colorless) interior decoration, a huge yard which sometimes includes a garden and no technology in sight—no remote control doors or sliding gates. Oh, and a fuck load of security. Yeah, because everyone is trying to murder you when you are rich. However impressive those had
Aldo led Sarah to the room where she would be spending the night. It was spacious and well lit, equipped with a bathroom, dressing room and a balcony; neatly decorated with timeless furniture and a few potted plants. “I get why you would talk shit about my lodging. That hotel’s got nothing on this—” she remarked as she let her eyes enjoy the beauty that surrounded this room. “It is beautiful, thanks for letting me stay.” A smile of satisfaction crossed his lips. A sense of accomplishment that came from knowing that his efforts towards impressing her were paying off in the only way he wanted them to, the way only she could. Her smile, the contentment in her voice, the admiration in her words made his heart do a couple of leaps. Just then two young women walked in and greeted them with a bow. “I’m glad you like it. They’ll help you freshen up just ask them for anything. I’ll be at the table in half an hour, take your time.” He said. He then gave the two maids a thoughtful gl
The morning was beautiful for most, some more than others. Isn’t that you would expect on your wedding day? While some rose early, others lingered in bed, yet a few were awoken by a sour taste in their throat. However the method, Venice was especially beautiful this morning. Among the early risers, were Aldo and Sarah. After all it was the long awaited white wedding. As the wedding planner, of course, she had to be at the church early to check on the decor, ensure that the priest had arrived and greet the early guests. She also had to play her role as maid of honor by checking on the other bride’s maids and the groom’s men too. She was doing quite well. Before long, the groom had arrived, justino in a gray tux—clean shaven with a wide smile plastered to his face. Upon his arrival, Sarah resigned the job of receiving guest to him and went to check on the bride who had been waiting in a room somewhere in the church compound. “Nervous?” she asked when she saw Juli
The reception came to pass. It was so much fun for everyone, again, some more than others. Aldo, for example, wasn’t exactly having the time of his life for the most part. He sat and stared intently at the side passage door, as if he wanted to leave. But in all honesty, he had been expecting his special someone to walk through the door and sit by his side. That was one the reason why he chose to attend the reception party. He cared about Julia but, to be fair, the marriage had been concluded the day before; when she got the marriage certificate. Walking her down the aisle was to show support and that’s a pretty important tradition. He didn’t have to be here and he wouldn’t be, if not for Sarah. He seemed to lose his mind when it came to this woman. He may have gotten used to seeing her at breakfast and dinner, riding to and from home with her—whatever the case, he felt very reluctant to leave without her. After an entire hour of nothing but noisy conversations, go
After saying his goodbyes, Aldo made his way out of the crowd and toward the parking lot.Sarah had just gotten off the phone with Julia when she spotted the 6'4, muscular man stalking majestically in her direction.The sounds of music in the distance stopped. Her ears could only hear a faint sound. To her eyes, the scene was blurry. She could only see him clearly.The wind blew in his direction, causing his black shirt to stick to his body. The long sleeves had been rolled up, revealing his veiny fore-arms. The closer he got, the better he looked. The man knew how to put himself together, the hair, the scent, and let’s not even get started on the clothes. Everyone knows that a black shirt with a few top buttons open and rolled up sleeves is the male equivalent of dressing slutty. To be fair, Sarah was hooked, so… it was working and definitely worth the effort.“I knew you wouldn’t be able to find it” he said once he was close enough. He had spotted her standing by herself at the entra